The usual warnings: this is pornography, written specifically for private masturbation. Do not read if it might offend. This particular story is longer than I am used to writing, and will therefore be published in five parts rather than in one hit. That said, it remains in essence a simple story leading to a single event. If you take the time to read on, many thanks.
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Rory's Bat
PART THREE
Toby and Brad left our lives a couple of nights later, after the most intensely sexual period of my life. For one session on the Monday afternoon, a day off from the garden centre, we had swapped partners, and while I had a terrific time with Brad in the bathroom, Rory still reported later that although Toby had tried his absolute best he just couldn't get the large head past his sphincter, and so Rory had settled for one of Toby's excellent driving doggie fucks. We had a few more weekends before we went away to uni, but none of the scores came anything like close to Toby and Brad, and in fact the very next guy I went with, some utter wimp called Martin in his mid-20s, had a three inch cock and just wanted to hold my hand and watch soft porn films of boys in school uniform all night. I eventually got him on his knees and got a blowjob out of him, but he yelped in horror when I tried to shoot in his mouth and threw me out when I asked to fuck his ass. Rory and I laughed our heads off as I scored him the next morning with our lowest ever mark: a piss-poor one out of ten.
I sensed that I was closer to Rory than I had been to anybody outside my family, and it was a great shame when he and I said goodbye and left for university a little while afterwards. A couple of weeks into my new life however, I had an email from Rory, which just said:
Last night: Tight little bum, bleached hair, pierced nipples; didn't get to fuck him (surprise!) but got a great BJ (swallowed!) 5 out of 10. How about you? Love, Rory
It started something - mail after mail back and forth between us listing the simple clear details of our sex lives. No emotional shit, no "god, I could fall in love with this one," just a score, some physical characteristics, and some idea of what had happened. The mail folder I kept all mine and Rory's mail in made great reading after the event, and by the Christmas holidays I could see that Rory had done quite well with a steady one or two guys a week, averaging 6-7 out of ten, whereas I was getting slightly fewer guys, but often scoring a little higher. We didn't meet at Christmas; I was skiing and Rory was away with his family. We met briefly for a single drink at Easter, but again our schedules didn't coincide, and it wasn't until the summer that we saw each other properly again. We had agreed to try and get some work at the same place, then take a couple of weeks off at the end of the summer and go on holiday to somewhere hot, gay and outrageous for some wall-to-wall cock. Well, we'd proved we could both have sex in front of the other, so sharing a room on a holiday devoted to finding the best sex available on the Med wasn't going to bother us. It was a deal. We resumed out summer routine: working in the garden centre, Friday nights out on the town, Saturday mornings coffee and marks awarded, Saturday nights same as Fridays, more coffee chat Sunday morning, a couple of nights in the week spent at the gym, in the pool, on the sunbed, whatever. (Had to look hot for our holiday). That summer Rory's scores improved immensely. He got three 8s in a row, and then a 9: one guy in his early 40s, by far the oldest guy either of us had ever been with, who had taken a fuck from about three quarters of Rory's cock while off his face on coke in an expensive flat on the docks. Rory said the guy wouldn't have known if he'd given him the whole length, but however much he had tried, he simply couldn't force it all the way in. The balance shifted back the other way and then I had a couple of very high scores, including a 9 and a half: a late-20s soldier who wanted a teenager to take his large cock for the entire night. About half a dozen hard, driving, back-to-back fucks later, I wondered how long this guy had been storing up this desire. He must have needed a shag for about three months and then only had one night to redress the balance. He kept it up me nearly the whole time, softening and hardening still in my hole between fucks, each fuck getting progressively more slippery as the spunk leaked everywhere. When I needed to pee he even walked me to the bathroom impaled on his dick, but I was too hard to use the loo so we stood in the shower as I peed up like a fountain, him moaning at the feeling of my bladder emptying against his erection up my ass. I was sore the next day for the first time in ages, even though my hole had been so well used over the previous year that I thought I was immune to soreness from over-fucking. And then something extraordinary happened.
Two weeks before we went away on holiday, Rory had met a guy in a bar and not even made it to the club. The guy had seemed sort of quiet and decent, about 30, well dressed in an academic, studious way, yet sexy with a tuft of chest hair over his shirt collar. He had said to Rory straight away, without introduction, that he knew someone that Rory had been with a few weeks before, who Rory remembered as a nice guy who had scored 6 for ability but 9 for effort, and also remembered talking a little about how much he wanted to fuck. The quiet guy in the bar then said simply that if Rory was interested, he was sure he would be able to take Rory's whole cock, and if he couldn't, then he knew someone who definitely could. Rory waved at me and left with him. It was about 9pm.
The next day, after I'd scored a poor 4 from a guy who couldn't keep it up, we met up for coffee as usual, although Rory was strangely reluctant to give up the details of what had happened, but I eventually got it out of him. The guy was true to his word, and had greased up his hole and let Rory at him. They had fucked with a large part of Rory's cock, but Rory's desire to ram it all the way home was still unfulfilled. The guy just yelled "no further no further" when Rory still had a way to go, and Rory had to make do with what he had. He was just about to unload a great chunk of juice inside him, when the guy pulled off and stood up. "You want to meet someone who can take it all?" he said simply. Rory, on the edge of cumming, said, fuck yeah, bring him out. The guy said "keep it hard" (Rory snorted at the thought) and then left the room for about two minutes. When he returned, he said, "I'd like you to meet my wife. Fuck her doggie style and you can pretend it's your cute buddy's ass. Don't get her ass though or you'll damage her. She'll keep her body covered so you can't see her tits and hair."
While Rory was mentally running a thousand miles away, he noticed that he hadn't gone soft. "I can't," he protested, despite his erection. "I'm gay.
I'll go soft. Nothing against your wife, but, she just doesn't have a cock and all that."
"You don't have to look. You can kiss me while you do it. But I know you're desperate to feel full penetration, and she can give it to you. She's been doing it for me for years."
Rory noticed for the first time that this guy's cock was highly impressive; not on Rory's scale, but, still, the biggest one he'd seen other than his own.
"You gay then?" said Rory. "You just keep a woman because you're uberhung? Or are you straight with a liking for massive cocks up your own cunt?"
"Labels aren't important. I love sex. You do too. You're still bone hard.
Fuck my wife."
The wife, who hadn't spoken, was on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed, a dressing gown covering all but her hindquarters. She was positioned so that Rory need only walk over to her, lean in and penetrate. He looked at the completely unfamiliar array of genitals on display, including some really scary flappy looking bits. Out of curiosity he looked for the bit he knew and loved, and he could actually make out an asshole, but it was so tightly puckered he didn't reckon he could even get his little finger in.
"Watch," said the guy, noticing Rory's confusion.
He walked over to her, his massive cock swaying side to side. He pointed his bell end right in the middle of the flappy bits, held on to her hips and pushed slowly inwards. His face lit up in sexual thrill. After only a few seconds he was all in. His pubes grinding right into her flaps. He pulled out nearly entirely and then pushed in faster. All the way again. Both man and wife groaned in earthy enjoyment. Rory watched, captivated, as the huge cock entered the warm slit without hindrance. His own cock throbbed fiercely. After a couple of minutes, during which time the pace of their thrusting increased, the man pulled out.
"Don't want to cum too soon and make it sloppy for you," he smiled. "Your turn."
Almost against the will of his body and mind, Rory stepped towards the woman's hole. Hesitantly he held her hips, surprised at their feel.
"Soft, yes?" said the man. "And smooth. You'll get used to it."
Rory's cock was aching, but he couldn't bring himself to touch her fanny area. "Guide it in for me," he choked, almost a whisper.
The man took hold of Rory's bell end and placed it at the right spot. The wetness on his cockhead made him shiver, but not soften.
"Push that bat in, my boy," breathed the man in Rory's ear.
Taking a deep breath, Rory pushed. His cock was sucked into squelchy warm jelly. He pushed in more, and then more. The man smiled at him. Finally Rory pushed his whole freakishly long fat penis into this warm space, and the woman groaned loudly. Rory pushed some more, till he was leaning into her, and she squirmed and moaned louder. With one last effort he shoved as hard as he could up inside her, and it was too much for him. A flood of teenage juice was pumped lazily out of his balls, and his breath stuttered as the orgasm passed.
"The fucker's cum a bucketful in me," yelled the wife, as Rory pulled slowly out.
"Already?" said the man, eager to push Rory aside now. As soon as Rory's dick was out, the man shoved his entire length back in, and the pair began their final ride to their own climax. Rory went to the adjoining bathroom and turned on the shower so he could wash all trace of fanny off his soft cock. Even as he turned the water off he could hear her fanny slurping and slopping with his cum as the man fucked her with his own sizeable rod, and Rory left them at it as he dressed and let himself out. It wasn't even 11pm, but he hadn't wanted to go back to the bar or the club, and had gone home to sleep.
"Fuck," I said, as he finished his story. "I can't believe you shagged a woman."
"I did not shag a woman. I just shoved it in and then I shot. It wasn't a fuck. It wasn't even one full stroke, coz the out-stroke was after I'd unloaded."
"Jesus, Rory. What did it feel like?"
"Sort of warm and wet and sloppy."
"Eurghh. You make it sound so attractive."
"It was horrible. You would have gone soft. I would have too, if that guy hadn't got me so fucking close by nearly coming through with the goods. But mate, the feel of it wasn't the worst."
"The smell?" I asked. "My brothers all say pussy smells."
"No smell that I noticed," said Rory. "But it was the look of it. So many bits and flaps and lips. Jesus, we're better off aiming for one neat little hole, however tight, I tell you."
"How do you feel about it now?" I asked.
"Shit. Wish I'd never gone over there. And now I'm even more desperate to find a good masculine hole that can do the honours. Fucking gotta erase that memory completely."
We laughed.
Two further parts to come. If you enjoyed this and would like a list of my other stuff at Nifty, please email me at jsmith381@hotmail.com